I woke up to someone slapping my face then something cold hitting my face I opened my eyes my head was killing "liv thank fuck you scared the shit out of me" it was glen "you ok" he asked "my head hurts" "just sit up slowly" he helped me sit up the room was spinning I let out a sob he put his arm round me "I can't do this anymore" "do what" he asked "drinking and sleeping with you" "that's only gonna work if you talk to me" "where do I start" "where ever you want to how you feel right now" "like shit I don't know how I got like this it was only to help me sleep and block it out" "you need to stop drinking and talk about it liv" I stayed quiet "come on liv don't shut down on me now" "I need a drink" "no you don't" I tried to stand up but felt dizzy I put my hand to my head it was pounding "it's ok I've got you" he told me leading me to the bed "I can't get that day out of my head its always there" "it's gonna be it not been that long" "I can only see him dead I can't think of him when he was well and alive" "you've been through hell liv your gonna feel like that" we talked for hours I felt better after I'd talked to him he knew what to say when to hold me "I'm tired" I told him he laid down next to me on the bed taking me in his arms this was new for us he kissed my head I looked at him we kissed it wasn't heated or about sex it was something different he pulled me further into his arms "I'm not gonna drink anymore" I told him "ok" "and we need to stop sleeping together no matter how good it is it's not helping" "ok" "I'm sorry it's hard to say that I don't want to stop" "we don't have to" he said kissing me more heated this time out clothes were soon off but instead of it been drunken sex it was something else he never took his eyes off me it was slower and meant more it felt like he cared about me I shook the thought from my head he didn't feel the same it was just sex to him
